To a considerable extent, three of these events were interrelated. The drought which had brought on the shortage in the village reservoir was the isolated exception, a manifestation of freaky nature and of absolutely unprecedented weather conditions. But the others were more or less coordinated. If their old waitress had not quit on them the Gridleys would not have been in the market for a new servant to fill the vacancy, and if Mr. Boyce-Upchurch had not been coming to stay with them it was possible she might not have quit at all. There was a suspicion that she was influenced by a private objection to so much company in the heat of the summer, Mrs. Gridleys mother and sister from Baltimore, the latter bringing her little boy with her, having just concluded a two weeks stay; and if it had not been Mr. Boyce-Upchurch who was coming, but some less important person, the Gridleys would have been content with hiring for the succession one who also was a female and home-grown, or if not exactly home-grown, one belonging to almost any of the commoner Nordic stocks say Scandinavian or Celtic whereas it was felt that the advent of a Boyce-Upchurch called for something of an especially rich and fruity imported nature in the line of butlers. At least, such was the language employed by Mrs. Gridleys brother, Mr. Oliver Braid, in describing, this phase of the issue. He young Mr. Braid was the only member of the household who declined to take the situation seriously. In this regard he stood quite alone. Mr. Gridley took it seriously, as, to a more or less degree, did the neighbors also. But Mrs. Gridley took it most seriously of all.
Its seriousness began to lay hold upon her in the morning on a Monday, which proverbially is a bothersome day for housewives anyhow, when Miss Rena Belle Titworthy, the recording secretary of the Ingleglade Womans Club and its only salaried officer, called to break the news to her, it being that in the judgment of a majority of the active workers in the club Mrs. Gridley should have the distinguished pleasure of entertaining Mr. Boyce-Upchurch on the occasion of his impending visit. In a more vulgar circle of life the same thing has been termed passing the buck.
But, expostulated Mrs. Gridley, but of course I feel flattered and I am sure Henry will, too, when he comes home tonight and hears about it but Im afraid we couldnt make such a prominent man comfortable. Our house is rather small and all that, and besides theres Olga having packed up and left only last night and all that. Really, dont you think, Miss Rena Belle, that he would prefer to go to the hotel where he could be you know quieter and more to himself? Or to Mrs. Wainwrights? Shes the president of the club and shes the madam chairman of the executive committee besides, and naturally the pleasure of having Mr. Boyce-Upchurch should go to her. Her house is a mansion, almost, while we
Miss Titworthy caught her up right there.
No, said Miss Titworthy firmly. Miss Titworthy had authority about her and a considerable distinction. She was large and deep-chested and combined in her manner the magisterial and the managerial and, subtly, the maternal. She had all that a motherly woman should have, except children. And, as just stated, she was large, while on the other hand Mrs. Gridley was slight and, upon the whole, plastic by temperament, not to say bordering on the yielding. And bulk, in such cases, counts.
Pardon me, said Miss Titworthy still more firmly, pardon me, my dear, but no. Madam Chairman Wainwright is closing up their place to go to their other place in the Berkshires; you must have known that. Probably you forgot it. And the hotel is quite out of the question. I had a letter only yesterday from Mr. Boyce-Upchurch, written by him personally it seems he doesnt carry a secretary with him on his tour saying he preferred stopping at some private home. He mentioned the inconveniences of American hotels and something about their exceedingly high rates. Im going to keep it as a souvenir. And so, what with Madam Chairman Wainwright closing up and you being the first vice-president well, there you are, arent you? concluded Miss Titworthy with a gesture which was meant to be a death blow to further argument.
And then the water being shut off Im thinking of that, too, said Mrs. Gridley, but in a weakening tone. Henry had the plumber come and disconnect all three of the bathtubs. He said he wasnt going to put temptation in the way of his own family or himself, either. I know lots of people are doing it on the sly using a hose, too but I cant even have a little water in a sprinkling can for my poor withered flowers. Look at them out of that window there just literally drying up. And were sending all the wash, even the flat pieces, to the Eagle Laundry. And Henry is going to his club in town for a bath every day, and Im doing the best I can with the wash-basin and a sponge, and the way Nora thats my cooks name and Delia, the waitress now that Olga has gone, Delias the only other girl weve got left the way those two carry on and complain youd think I was personally responsible for the fact that not a drop of rain has fallen in over two months. And the English being such great hands for their tubs and all, and Mr. Boyce-Upchurch being an Englishman and all, why, Im honestly afraid, Miss Rena Belle, that hell be awfully put out.
I dessay hell be able to accommodate himself to a condition over which none of us has any control, stated Miss Titworthy. Hell arrive Wednesday afternoon on the five oclock boat. He asked that he be met with a car. I dessay youll be wanting to give a little dinner to him Wednesday evening. I dont know what hell want to do Thursday morning be driven around, I imagine. And Thursday afternoon theres the reception at the Womans Club, and his lecture is that night, and Friday he leaves for Trenton where he has his next date on Saturday. He did write something about preferring to be ridden over to Trenton.
I could take him over myself, said Mrs. Gridley, her citadel undermined and she rapidly capitulating, if he doesnt mind going in a two-seated runabout.
Therell be no trouble about the car, stated Miss Titworthy. I dessay someone will proffer the use of a touring car.
Well, that point is settled then, agreed Mrs. Gridley, now entirely committed to the undertaking. But I must get somebody in and broken in to take Olgas place between now and Wednesday. Really that gives me only today and tomorrow, and help is so hard to get, youve no idea, Miss Titworthy! I suppose Id better run into town this afternoon and go to the employment agencies. No, I cant, theres my bridge lesson. And tomorrow is the Fergus tea. I cant go then, either. I promised Mrs. Fergus Id pour. I suppose Ill have to get Henry or my brother Oliver to do it. But neither one of them would know how to pick out a girl, provided theres any choice at the agencies to pick from oh, dear!
Had you thought of a butler? inquired Miss Titworthy.
A butler?
Yes, instead of a maid. Youll pardon the suggestion but I was thinking that Mr. Boyce-Upchurch being a foreigner and accustomed, of course, to butlers, and a butler giving a sort of air a tone, as it were to a household, that perhaps well
They had fallen on fertile ground, those seeds. They were sprouting, germinating. Before the massive shoulders of the Ingleglade Womans Clubs efficient recording secretary had vanished down the bowery and winding reaches of Edgecliff Avenue they were putting forth small green speculative shoots through Mrs. Gridleys mind. Always and ever, from the very first days of her married life, Mrs. Gridley had cherished in the back of her mind a picture of an establishment in which the butler, a figure of dignity and poise and gray striped trousers in the daytime but full-dress by night, would be the chief of staff. As what woman has not? And now for the gratifying of that secret ambition she had an excuse and a reason.